Bill’s parting words this morning, on his last day, after we had just touched on a few of the things on our to-do list:
Humperdink: Tyrone, you know how much I love watching you work. But, I’ve got my country’s five hundredth anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder, and Guilder to frame for it. I’m swamped.
Rugen: Get some rest. If you haven’t got your health, you haven’t got anything.
Today is a beautiful day.